The film’s title is deeply ironic. Martin hunts a ghost—a creature so rare it may be a myth. But the story asks: Is he hunting the thylacine, or is the wilderness hunting him? More pointedly, the film critiques the human instinct to extract, own, and destroy. The real predators are the loggers clear-cutting the forest, the corporations treating life as patentable material, and the armed men who solve problems with bullets. Martin’s crisis is realizing that in a world of greed and destruction, his own detached professionalism makes him just another hunter.